Flash Fiction: Being Happy In The Morning

It’s getting cold even here in Florida, so I thought I’d write something a little joyful and a little warm.

I call it:

 Being Happy In The Morning


Too early to do this, Charles concluded. Too early in the morning. But Charles would not have it any other way.

The wrapping: silver. The shape: a hard rectangle. He felt the spine underneath his fingers. Too easy. Did not matter if he was tired, he could tell this shape in his sleep.

“So, it’s a book, but which one?” Continue reading

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